"What the hell Melody?" Pinky fussed covering up my neck with bandages. "Can you let that guy know that you aren't a chew toy already? This is getting ridiculous."
"It doesn't matter much now, does it?" I shrugged.
"So, then what's next for us?" she asked me, swirling the ice in her glass of sparkling water. "We're two new graduates. Our time right now is supposed to be about college applications and crippling student debt. Instead, we're plotting the downfall of a disgraced politician who still has more money than God and runs Demon Technology, the largest tech company in North America. Is that about right?"
"Summed it up perfectly," I said, pacing back and forth. "So, ideas? Let's hear them."
Pinky sat up, tapping her chin. "Okay. We could... um, leak some more damning information? Like, maybe he's secretly funding a puppy-kicking ring?"
